"Aye, comrade," quoth I, "so is there much fruit for us to gather ere it rot, and great store of palm-nuts, which are good food and useful in a thousand ways."
"But nature is very cruel, Martin, for I have seen many birds lying dead and over yonder a poor goat crushed by a tree."
"Why then," says I, "these will we eat also, at least, such as we may."
"Nay, Martin, your mind runneth overmuch on food, methinks."
"Mayhap!" says I. "Howbeit here are fish to our breakfast." Hereupon she falls on her knees to behold my catch and very full of wonder.
"Indeed," says she, "meseemeth we have strayed into Paradise, for even the fish are beautiful. Why stare you so, Martin? Is it so wonderful I joy in life and find it sweet in so fair a world and on such a day? Moreover I have been swimming—"
"How?" says I, "and the sea so rough!"
"I have found me a little bay where the waters run smooth and deep. But come, let us breakfast, for to-day, Martin, to-day we will explore our island."
"Why, I had thought to try my saw to-day," says I, "I had intended to begin a chair for you."
"Nay, let this rest awhile; Martin, to-day I yearn to adventure the unknown, who can say what marvels and wonders lie waiting us?"